I've often listed this as one of the lowest points of my lifeI once had a new years' party for some friends in an empty house in a small village that someone had just moved out of. I woke up the next morning with an evil hangover and an overpowering need for food. Everyone was asleep and all the local shops were shut so I hunted around and found a pizza base and a tin of barbecue beans. There were vitually no utensils in the house, but we had a can opener for the bottle-opening end. So I opened the cold beans, spread them on the cold pizza base and ate the result, cold, off the kitchen worksurface with my bare hands.
It was every bit as horrible as you might imagine. And the worst of it is I was so hungry I just kept eating, even though every bite just made me feel more and more lowly and pathetic. It probably served me right since at about 6am that morning I'd decided to phone up everyone in my address book and wish them a happy new year.
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Thu 9 Oct 2003, 16:12,
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It was every bit as horrible as you might imagine. And the worst of it is I was so hungry I just kept eating, even though every bite just made me feel more and more lowly and pathetic. It probably served me right since at about 6am that morning I'd decided to phone up everyone in my address book and wish them a happy new year.
This is my first post, please don't slaughter meBut, I recently moved out of my parent's home, first time on my own. One night I decided I wanted coffee, however I had no coffee maker. Being the genius I am, I figured an expresso machine and coffee machine are the same thing, how wrong I was. The result became a nice cup of java that was the consistency of mud, smell of charcoal and hazelnut. I couldn't get it past my nose to taste it.
It left a nice stain in the cup, though. I still can't remove it. Dammit.
(It left a nice stain in the cup, though. I still can't remove it. Dammit.
Lisette von Falcon,
Thu 9 Oct 2003, 16:30,
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